Chapter 147: The Reunion V
The Octagon, Queen Mary University
Levi stood next to Sam, watching as their target led his fiancée to the dance floor. "I received new information from Marco," he said. Sam took a sip from her third glass of wine that evening, "So, that’s what you meant with ’pressing matters.’" she said, smiling at him. He smiled back, acting the part they were both playing. Pretending they were only discussing trivial matters and nothing serious.
"We received intel that Mr. Fletcher had sexual relations with both victims, thanks to gossipy housemaids," Levi said, earning Sam’s attention. "Doesn’t he have a fiancée? So he was cheating. Did he kill them, so his fiancée won’t find out and call off his only chance of paying off his debts by marrying her? Or did the fiancée kill them instead?" she asked. Levi shook his head, "Unlikely Carol, she was more than 30 people could vouch that she was with her father Elijah Corden in Edinburg during Evelyn’s estimated time of death." the Irishman disputed.
Carol Corden supported one of her Father’s philanthropic work of opening a new health facility in Edinburg and was even photographed and posted in a local newspaper. Her alibi was airtight.
"Besides, we also received an update from Davies that digital forensics saw a man matching Fletcher’s profile in the CCTV recordings days before the estimated time of death of both women," Levi added.
Sam raised a brow recognizing the name, "Elijah Corden? The Secretary of State for International Trade?" asked, surprised. Levi nodded, "The very same." "Holy fuck" Sam muttered, then emptying her glass of wine in one swing. She wondered if things just got more complicated.
"The drugs, do you think he’s involved?" she asked. Levi shrugged, it was too early to decide anything for sure, and to him, it didn’t matter. His main priority was solving the case, catching who was responsible for the death of Oliva-rose MIles and Evelyn Wallace.
What skeletons were hiding behind the cabinet of the Secretary of State was really none of his business.
"So, what’s the plan?" the redhead asked, watching as David Fletcher led his fiancée out of the dance floor, the two separating. "There, distract him while I speak with his fiancée," Levi instructed. "How?" She asked as she watched the slicked blond move; they didn’t even discuss his full plan.
"Improvise." He replied, abandoning his glass on a random table as he followed behind Carol.